The Story of My Proposal or, This is Not My Beautiful Fiancée – Pt. II

(Click here for Pt. I)
Yes, the chairs and table were funny.
White trash funny.
Thankfully though, neither they nor the graffiti could ruin the mythical waterfall of my youth.

The entire site was a bit more overgrown than when I’d last visited. But the waterfall was there, the water fell cool, slightly salty, and pristine. We played around the fall for a while, I was biding my time.

We played around the water, smooched each other, hugged and soaked in the ambient sounds. Then I asked Sa Rah to go stand in front of the mythical waterfall of my youth so that I could frame a picture that would include us both.

Timer set.

Positions taken.

We kiss.

I turn my head to notice the camera’s light blinking – 10 seconds to go.

I pull the ring from my pocket and raise my arm up – FLASH!

I always was a few seconds behind…

Sa Rah saw my arm moving before she saw the ring and a look came over her face like, “What? Is there a bug on me?”
“Will you marry me?”
She smiles and buries her face in my neck. We hug and kiss and make some small talk and marvel at how damned good the ring looks on her finger and how I managed to pick out such a nice one all by my lonesome.
“So, is that a yes?”

I’m a fool for taking photos and Sa Rah is my favorite subject.
“Go up by the waterfall and let me shoot a few!” Aloud.

“OOO – look at the reflection on the pool.” To myself.

“I’mma get in the waterfall.”
“Go for it. It’ll feel great.”
So she does.

Clothes and all.

Like an Irish Spring commercial.

Could I have imagined this back when me and the boys were doing the same thing all those years ago?

Could I have imagined this?

And not being able to imagine it made it all the more rich.
We basked in reclusive bliss a while longer then made our return. A loving stroll. Less spider webs to deal with. A turtle in our path.

A circular tree reminds me of what that ring on her finger now means. In a box, it’s nothing. In action, though, it’s everything.

I’ve got a headache on the way back. A bad one. Allergies combined with allergy medicine combined with lack of water – the culprits. None of those stop me from bouncing around like a monkey on crack.

And, of course, one doesn’t cross a river on a one-way trail without having to cross it on the way back. Sa Rah plunges right through the water this time.

I don’t even bother with my shoes. My socks are already soaked so fuggitaboutit.

We pause so I can yet again indulge my memories and work on the resonance.

Can you see the water splash from that rock skip? Skipping rocks is the poor man’s Nintendo.

Now, little did we know how close our engagement location was to the Ozarks’ most famous natural monument, Cat Piss Rock.

I don’t know if any of you are familiar with the legend of Cat Piss Rock, but I challenge those of you who read BB! to leave in the comments section all you’ve heard of Cat Piss Rock. In a few weeks, I’ll gather all the various bits and pieces of the legend, compile them into a whole, post them for everyone to read, AND will take a copy down to Cat Piss Rock itself and create a sort of monument marker. So, tell me what you know of the infamous Cat Piss Rock.

Our journey for the afternoon was close to finished. We trekked back up that gnarly, washed-out road.

We made it safe and sound to my mom’s truck. We went to Sonic for Diet Limeades (mine was cherry). We tried to buff out the scratches. Then, we returned to grandma’s house to share the good news. Our journey for life was just beginning. (That sounds clichéd, but I don’t care.) Proposing at the mythical waterfall of my youth did something for me, to me. Made me realize that, unlike Foreigner, I no longer wanna know what love is or need someone to show me. I know. And I have the best person in the world to show me. (FOR-EN-ER!!! WOOO! \m/ \m/)

So that’s the main part of the tale. There is a brief epilogue that I’ll write tonight or tomorrow. Thanks for sharing the good times with us.

(Click here for the Epilogue)

In other news,

OOO…new Shakespeare bio, by Greenblatt!

Look under Tuesday, Sept. 28th, 2004 “Wedding Bells” (Thanks, Tony.)

tony pierce’s honest blogger’s quiz:
1. which political party do you typically agree with? libertarian

2. which political party do you typically vote for? democrat

3. list the last five presidents that you voted for? nadar, clinton

4. which party do you think is smarter about the economy? democrat

5. which party do you think is smarter about domestic affairs? democrat

6. do you think we should keep our troops in Iraq or pull them out? i think we should rethink our entire mid-east initiative. as regards iraq, if we pull out right away, we leave behind us a wrecked country of our own making. we need an exit strategy foremost, but more importantly, we need to reconsider our position as a world power.

7. who, or what country, do you think is most responsible for 9/11? osama.

8. do you think we will find weapons of mass destruction in iraq? nary a one.

9. yes or no, should the u.s. legalize marijuana? yes. the war on drugs is a war on poor people fueled by misinformation.

10. do you think the republicans stole the last presidential election? stole, not really, they just lied and cheated to get the results they wanted. the situation was shady, even ‘pubs must admit, and a more detailed look is warranted.

11. do you think bill clinton should have been impeached because of what he did with monica lewinski? no. but lying under oath, unfortunately, yes.

12. do you think hillary clinton would make a good president? yes.

13. name a current democrat who would make a great president: i think hil’s a fine choice.

14. name a current republican who would make a great president: mccain

15. do you think that women should have the right to have an abortion? yes.

16. what religion are you? agnostic fence-sitter leaning towards atheism.

17. have you read the Bible all the way through? yes.

18. what’s your favorite book? dune by Frank Herbert.

19. who is your favorite band? the flaming lips.

20. who do you think you’ll vote for president in the next election? kerry.

21. what website did you see this on first? + busblog


i want to a pertinent detail, to me anyway. i recall most vividly driving back down the road, thinking about what had just happened, all that means, so heady stuff. and j turns on the radio to the sounds of terrance trent d’arby singing ‘wishing well’. and one of the things that endears me about j is his great attachment to 90’s top 40. i don’t get it 100% but it tickles me nonetheless. and i thought, i get to enjoy ‘wishing well’ without shame or embarrassment for the rest of my life. how comforting and comfortable we’ll be. i’m trying to say it was poignant somehow. the only time i’m sure a terrance trent d’arby song has ever been poignant.

Posted by: rubigimlet at September 28, 2004 01:46 PM

I lost my virginity on Cat Piss Rock.

Posted by: Bean at September 28, 2004 02:27 PM

Posted by: jdoublep at September 28, 2004 05:25 PM

That’s great… congratulations you two…

Posted by: Brandon. at September 28, 2004 05:30 PM

The legend of Cat Piss RockWhen I was young my grad pappy would tell a tale of a place were the cats of the world would meet to plan their overthrow of the human race… where cats from all around the world would send their delegates to plot and plan.

See cats are a highly advanced alien race sent to Earth to enslave all her inhabits… unfortunately for the cats the Rats of Nimh had all ready staked their claim on this planet… so the “War of the Whiskers” began. Not many remember the war but it was a harsh and brutal time where the great cat leader Catitler lead his vast armies to battle killing thousands of mice and rat. If not for the great allied forces of Mice, Rat and Dog the army of the cat would have surely won the day. With Catitler removed from power peace once again settled over the Earth.

But word on the wind is that the cats still meet and they still plot and wait for their next great leader to rise up and lead them to victory.

Now that is the story my Grad Pappy would tell me, he would say “beware of Cat Piss Rock where the cats plan”. But then again Grad Pappy drank a lot and did his own medical work so you have to take everything with a grain of salt.

Posted by: CrashAndBurn at September 29, 2004 11:17 AM

I’m so happy for you two. The pic’s in this post are gorgeous, too.And we all know Cat Piss Rock is the place where The Old Gods will come back from their resting place, once Yog Suthoth’s eyes open. Duh.

Posted by: Rob Schamberger at September 29, 2004 12:08 PM

The Story of My Proposal or, This is Not My Beautiful Fiancée – Pt. II

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  1. […] And it does! The turnaround is virtually how we left it in ’92 – firepit and broken beer bottles strewn about as reminder that this is the once and future party spot for bored, country youth. I made one of my best friends here at Sparling – this was the local high school haunt – along with Frozen Pond, AM, Blue Hole, Steel Bridge, Second Loop, and countless other places where we’d throw impromptu BYOB bashes. I first heard Faith No More’s Angel Dust at Sparling. I shotgunned my first beer here. I listened to The Black Crows ‘Hard to Handle’ and giggled, giggled, giggled while drunk on Purple Passion or Strawberry Hill or OE800. No bout now – this was the place. The first step on the road to the mythical waterfall of my youth. No cars go past the turnaround. We tried it once. Kevin in his blue Toyota. Didn’t get too far. I imagine that at one time this road was navigable. Maybe an ATV could do it. We did see some tracks. It’s probably a lot of fun to go 4-wheeling through here. But I liked, and I think Sa Rah did too, taking it slow and easy. Then we get to our first water-crossing and it’s no big deal, 1-inch deep and 4-feet wide and I know Sa Rah’s thinking she’s not quite prepared but she’s such a good damned sport about it but I imagine it’s hard not to be when you’re surrounded by this: and this: but still, she’s a trooper, even when we had to cross the river again but this time sans shoes. I meant, we take off our shoes to wade through. But it really is hard to say, “You bastard! How could you bring me out here?” when you’re surrounded by this: And I lived here. I was in this spot, once a week maybe, swimming, hiking, climbing, exploring. 16-years old, with nothing but time and sometimes school and a job as a bag boy at the local grocery. Now I’m pushing 30, going bald, dragging along with me to the mythical waterfall of my youth the person I look forward to seeing first thing in the morning and before I brux at night. I’m creating resonance here – bringing Sa Rah to my past to create a future. I’m in love. I’m in love with this woman, with this place, with being alive at this very moment. The memories I have of skipping rocks commingle with memories 5 minutes past of helping Sa Rah across the rocks. I’m crying for those lost years I spent in the Ozarks. Crying for the good years to come that I will also someday lose. But Sa Rah doesn’t see that. What she sees is the final leg of our journey to the mythical waterfall of my youth. The road now is blocked by spider web after spider web but we draw near. I can hear the water fall and I ask Sa Rah if she hears it and the excitement builds in me knowing that just around this bend is a dirty, plastic table and chair set? WTF? Yup, someone else had apparently fallen in love with the place and decided to renovate. (Click here for Pt. II) […]


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